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The clock read 11:26 AM. Bonnie and her mom would be home in an hour and 34 minutes. Her dad was at the office. Seven o'clock wouldn't come fast enough.

Jessie was sitting on Bonnie's work desk, letting her feet hang over the edge. She watched Woody and Buzz discussing something as the sheriff wrote on a piece of paper, both toys kneeling. They were too far away for her to hear, but their arms would flail around in the air impatiently every time they came to a disagreement. She laughed inwardly to herself every time they would calm down as if nothing happened and concentrate on the ever-present paper that was now being violently scrabbled on.

"Hello, dear," greeted Mrs. Potatohead walking over to Jessie. The elderly spud sat herself next to the red-headed deputy.

"Howdy, Mrs. Potatohead," Jessie responded back.

"Oh why so formal, sweetheart?" she asked with the wave of her detachable hand, "Call me by my first name."

"Alrighty," she said, pulling in her left leg to her body, leaving her right still dangling. "Umm…what is your first name?" Jessie's statement left a sour taste in her mouth. She hated to ask Mrs. Potatohead what her first name was after all the years she's known her; she felt rude and embarrassed.

"Misses," Mrs. Potatohead answered.

"Mrs…?"

"Just Misses."

"Oh. So what's new with-" Jessie looked at Mrs. and cut herself off. She was clutching her purse and gave Jessie a big proud smile. "Uh, Mrs., are you OK?"

"I heard."

"You heard?" Jessie questioned, pushing her head back in confusion. "About what?"

"The date. Everybody in the room knows about it," Misses explained. Her smile got so big her eyes were halfway closed. Jessie eyebrows gathered.

"H-how does everybody-"

"Pricklepants told us," Misses interrupted. "Are you excited, hun?"

Jessie relaxed her body and gave her a smile. "Yeah," she answered, her eyes getting brighter, "Very excited. In fact, I'm a little nervous."

"Oh everything will be fine, darling.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, the lead on Woody's pencil broke off.

"Shoot!" Woody cursed, who was now on his stomach, mindlessly swinging his legs. Buzz was sitting with his legs butterfly style and jolted up when he heard it snap. "I need a pencil sharpener. Buzz, get me one." The space ranger looked over to Bonnie's desk, seeing Jessie and Misses (Potatohead) talking and laughing.

"Woody-," Buzz objected, scared to run into Jessie. Woody gave him a sigh, never taking his eyes of the paper with tonight's dating plans he wrote down.

"I'm sorry. Buzz, get me one, please," begged Woody sarcastically.

"No that's not it. Look," he whispered. His cowboy counterpart gravely raised his head to look at his friend's direction and looked back down, not saying anything.

"Jessie's over there," Buzz pointed out, squeezing his fists anxiously.

"Yeah. And I'm right here," Woody flatly retorted back, erasing something on the page.

"But I don't want to-"

"Just give me the sharpener, Buzz. Stop playing around!" Buzz dropped his arms and walked over to Bonnie's desk drawers, sighing. He tiptoed when he saw Jessie and Mrs. Potatohead over him. If I were a pencil sharpener…he thought. Pulling some of the drawers out, he finally found a small, pink sharpener. Yes! As he climbed down, he overheard the two female toys talking.

"You know what they say, darling," Misses articulated, "The first date determines everything in a relationship."

"Everything, huh?" replied Jessie, biting her lip.

"Mmmhmm, the first date with Mr. Potatohead and I was absolutely magical and our relationship has been every since" she explained, fluttering her eyes. "And he took me out first day we met; December 25th."

"Well then that just adds more pressure to Buzz, now, doesn't it?" Jessie teased. "Our date better be amazing for making me wait so long after all these years."

Buzz gasped inwardly to himself. I got to talk to Woody. I need to make changes for the date he panicked. He jumped down, letting out a little clank on the ground. He held his breath, worried he caught their attention. They didn't seem to notice and he ran off to Woody with the sharpener in his hand.

"Oh I'm sure you'll have fun. He really cares about you," reassured Misses.

"I know. And I care about him, too. I don't care if our date is in the trashcan, just as long as I get to be with him alone."

"Well I don't know about a trashcan, dear…" Misses joked, looking over to Woody and Buzz. "Boy, they sure are rowdy today, aren't they?" she indicated, pointing to them. They were both standing up and Buzz held his hands together with his fingers intertwined with each other in a beseeching position while Woody was throwing his hands up, aggressively shaking his head.

"Yeah, I wonder what they are talking about," Jessie commented, watching Woody crossing his arms and turning his back to Buzz as he grabbed his knees in desperate pleas.

"Please, Woody!" begged Buzz getting up and standing on top of the paper with Woody.

"No! You are crossing the line, Buzz!" Woody exclaimed, taking the pencil he just sharpened in his hands.

"But I need this date to be spectacular! I overheard Jessie and Mrs. Potatohead saying so!"

"Can't you be thankful for the plan I made for you?"

"I am, Woody. Really. But I just need it to have a…a wow factor. A date that we can talk about for the rest of our lives." Woody took his pencil and dragged it across his boots.

"See that?" he asked, pointing to that area of the paper with his pencil, "That's the new line I want you to stay behind of." He turned back around.

"Woody, I'm not asking for much. I'll do all the manual labor. In fact, all you have to do is direct! Wouldn't that be fun?" Buzz proclaimed, desperately trying to have his cowboy friend turn around to face him. "In fact, your original plan right here," he pointed down to the paper under their feet, "will be the…the main attraction. Don't you like the sound of that, Woody?" His back was still facing the 12-inch astronaut.

"Look Buzz," he started to explain, turning to him, "I know this is important to you. But this isn't some kind of Las Vegas show with thousands of workers assembling it. It's only me and you. These ideas you're telling me are way too overwhelming to put together under the circumstances we have. I have things to do and-" He looked into his pal's blue eyes. They looked so sad.

"A-and…" Woody continued. Buzz's posture started to droop. Woody stomped his left foot on the ground. "Alright! I'll help you out." Buzz perked up, his face beaming.

"You're the greatest, Woody!" Buzz yelled. Woody rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, giving a slightly amused smirk.

"I've become a big softie, haven't I?" he mumbled. "Fifteen years with you…" Buzz clasped his hands together and looked down at the scribbling underneath them.

"OK, so in order for the main attraction to be set up," Buzz started, "we need to start making those origami cranes now."

"I can go for that," Woody decided in a dull tone of voice. A sly smile grew on his face. "Hey, if you wanna do this 'unforgettable first date' business right, you should have Slinky dressed up as a Chinese dragon and dance for your entertainment." Woody chuckled to himself after telling his silly joke, but Buzz took his suggestion into serious consideration and shook his head.

"No, that wouldn't be logical. Origami is an ancient Japanese traditional crafting activity that originated in the seventeenth century, although historians think otherwise. They have discovered a small paper boat in 1480, located in Europe. Whereas the Chinese dragon you are talking about represents the new Chinese year, used in festivals and parades in celebration. Although it does hold the description of providing good luck and strength, something I will need for tonight. Although I don't think it will work out; it'd be too much of a hassle and like you said, we have enough to worry about. But it was a good idea."

Woody stared at him with an unusual combination of emotions; fascination and exasperation.

"H-how do you know that?" he asked.

"I don't know. I thought it was common knowledge," Buzz replied dismissively. "Anyways, like I was saying, we should start on the cranes to really dress up the table and-"

"How about you dress up?" Woody asked in a serious tone. Buzz looked at him for a second and gave an amused chuckle.

"Oh Woody, your quite the joker, aren't you?"

"No really. Dolly knows how to sew. She can make you a nice jacket…"

"Hey, that is a good idea." As if on cue, Dolly passed by Buzz. He placed his hand on her shoulder and asked if he could request something from her.

"Oh yeah?" she responded, "What's on your mind, space ranger?"

"I was wondering if you could- possibly…make a suit for me?" Buzz expected her to turn his offer down, but to his surprise, her face lit up.

"Well of course I will! I can pull out Bonnie's sewing kit. I just have to measure you first. I'll get the measuring tape while you can get the notepad for me to write on."

"Sounds good to me. I'll meet you behind the bed. But keep it a secret; I want to surprise Jessie," Buzz called out as she went over to Bonnie's closet.

Woody flipped over the paper and sat down on it, starting to brainstorm more dating ideas. It's amazing how everything is so convenient today, he thought.

I hope you enjoyed it. It was kinda weird to write this chapter because I had to switch back and forth between Buzz and Woody with Jessie and Mrs. But yeah, don't listen to me ;-)

Reviews and critiques are welcome!